Someone told me not to cry.

2005-11-11 at 10:37 p.m.

[Me grumbling about long work hours, customers who come in five minutes before closing and don't know what they want, etc.]

I don't know what I want for Christmas. Is it pathetic that I'm 21 and I still make my parents a Christmas list? It comes with pictures.

My next paper is on Henry VIII's book of hours. Only one book has ever been written on the subject and I can't find any journal articles. I'm going to have a splendid time. Then there's a three page paper on Florence and the Renaissance then I'm free. Actually there's exams. Then I'm free. Until classes start again.

Reasons why I should be living in Ireland will be an ongoing list. Previously mentioned was the rediculous price of a one year subscription to Hotpress.

Reason #2 - Missing the Frames live at the Point yesterday. Three unplanned songs with Damien Rice. An orchestra section. A video of the late Mic Christopher. Arcade Fire song during the end of 'Pavement Tune'. Eyebrowy cartoon. Sigh.

I smell a Damien Rice and Glen Hansard album in the works. I actually wish this will never ever happen.

Reason #2 - It irritates me to no end when it is unseasonably cold or warm. Like for example, me having to run my air conditioner in the middle of October. This makes me mad. Ireland has moderate temperatures year round. Cool summers and warm winters. And I don't mind clouds and rain.

I think I'm going to move furniture tomorrow. Because my apartment's so big and I have so many options. Ha.

My parents were supposed to come visit and bring us to IKEA. I would have taken advantage of the truck to buy a tv stand and many other things but now they're not coming because my dad woke up with a cold. And it was the Living Room Event. Sale prices! Jason, drive me and Kim to IKEA, yes?

Jason loves IKEA. Especially when Kim makes him push the buggy. I laugh. He asks 'what'. I say 'nothing'. And so on.

speaking at length + speaking in lines